42, positive correlation
In the dim moonlight, the sweat on the bard's face dripped down his face, and it was clear that the words on the paper were too outrageous. Perhaps in the infinite time and space, he has chosen the profession of a poet countless times, whether poor or rich. But it was also a challenge he had never encountered in his infinite life journey.
"How's that, to read it or not to read it?"
The man next to him held up the dollar in his hand and whispered like a devil.
The man was silent.
"Don't you want to. Then forget it, I won't force you. β
Seeing the man's reluctance, Song Wenbin turned around decisively, took Wei Ning, and walked forward.
Walked more than ten meters away.
Suddenly, the man's hoarse roar was heard behind him.
"BYT violates human rights!
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"Freedom for the Nasus man!
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"Long live the WTZC!
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Hoarse, with unwillingness.
The devil activated his money powers.
Song Wenbin smiled slightly, took his servant back to the poet Duncan with a smile, and pulled out a bill in his hand and gave it to him.
"Only.... Is there only one? β
Duncan asked, looking at the banknotes, dejected.
"Duncan, do you want to sit by the river all your life, waiting for the reward of passers-by, or do you want to stand in the center of tens of thousands of people, listening to their heart's desires, and reciting poetry to them?"
Song Wenbin stood in front of Duncan and said.
Duncan looked up blankly and looked at the man in the moonlight. It was as if the time had traveled through time for thousands of years, so that many years later, Duncan could not forget the tall figure of the man standing on the banks of the river in Amsterdam, the dark clouds covering his body and his face, and he and his servants were like the top devils who gracefully walked in the infernal hell, prescribing heart-shaking conditions in an irresistible tone.
"I'll make you the top poet and the top improviser in Amsterdam within a week, and if you want to, give up those indifferent disciplines and become my incarnation." Song Wenbin said softly: "In just a week, money, wealth, and fame will roll in, and all Armstrong people will remember your name......"
The charming, magnetic words seemed to rob him of his soul.
By the time he came back to his senses, he was already standing at Amsterdam's famous Museumplein. In this place, the top treasures of countless artists are stored, with precious treasures looted from all over the world for generations.
Of course, after the historical significance faded, it also took into account the name of the most famous demonstration center in the Netherlands, where countless marches and protests took place.
Demonstrations against the curfew.
Demonstrations against masks.
Demonstrations against vaccines.
Demonstrations against the blockade.
Demonstrations against meat.
Demonstrations against vegetarianism.
Demonstrations against rising prices.
Demonstrations against the Russia-Ukraine conflict.
A march against CO2 emissions.
Opposition to marches against CO2 emissions.
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Everything imaginable in the human world seems to have been protested here, and the people who wandered back around Museum Square have long been accustomed to the parade, and even, in their hearts, they are faintly looking forward to the next parade, a real parade, a parade that will change the times.
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It's a violation of human rights!
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As if shattered, Duncan, who was holding the microphone, stepped on the megaphone in the center of the museum and shouted a shocking opening.
Anyone passing by, after hearing such a sentence, will inevitably shake the tiger's body and walk towards the place where the sound came from. They don't know what kind of medicine they have taken to dare to shout such crazy words in this era.
Just one sentence drew the attention of everyone on the road, something Duncan had never encountered in his past career.
"I've had enough of it these days!
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Duncan shouted, "I'm fed up with the never-ending confrontation and conflict on the Internet!"
Those women's never-ending accusations and demands on men!
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Wen Yu, who fought from the 1.4 billion market, is simply a dimensionality reduction blow in the face of the residents of Armstrong, a city with a population of only a few hundred thousand.
These words capture the listener's most suppressed anger these days, since a few days ago, when the so-called victim stories appeared on the Internet, the whole of Amsterdam men became perpetrators, and all the women of Amsterdam became victims. And most of the men in Amsterdam are silent, and they are speechless in the face of unfounded accusations from women. But that doesn't mean they don't have resentment in their hearts.
In fact, because they can't vent, their resentment is even stronger than that of those women, but each of them is in a specific position, working hard for survival and family, and has no time or energy to quarrel with those women on the Internet, but this does not mean that they are heartless and reviled lambs.
At this moment, the poet named Duncan stood on the wooden box and shouted out what they wanted to say in their hearts with the loudest voice.
At the same time, of course, these words also angered some of the women passing by, who did not hide their inner thoughts, and were almost when they heard Duncan's unbelievable shouts.
They dare not imagine that in Europe, where the supremacy of women has become politically correct, someone would dare to shout such a thing, which is undoubtedly as crazy as eating a burger on a vegetarian's table and burning oil in an environmentalist's backyard.
Extremely stunned and angry, they spontaneously formed a group, and as if they had discovered the white blood cells of bacteria, they surrounded Duncan. I'm going to teach this guy a lesson.
Duncan, who had never seen such a formation, turned pale and was stunned by fright.
Song Wenbin, who was observing not far away, silently poked Wei Ning.
Wei Ning immediately pressed his ear and said in English: "If you want to live, just keep talking!"
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The words came to Duncan's ears through the wireless headphones, and he was excited, holding the horn and hissing with all his might: "I want to speak!"
I want to defend our freedom of speech!
No one can keep me from talking!
Today, I'm speaking up for us men!
I'm fed up with moments like this being the silent majority!
I need all men to stand up and fight for our birthright!
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With Duncan's shouting, the onlookers finally reacted, good fellow, this turned out to be a speech, a speech before the march, a rally that had not yet begun.
So they hula and surrounded Duncan from all sides, and formed a human wall to stop the onslaught of the angry women.
Duncan had never had such an experience, and just a few words made those who had never known anything else stop in front of him, and stopped him from a terrible shock. The reality made his brain dizzy.
Looking at the densely formed wall of people in front of him, the poet's nature made him dance and improvise and sing: "Tonight, you and I are brothers!" After tonight, you and I will all strive for the same dream! After tonight, you and I will become one and sing for the city. β
"Hmph, this guy is quite poetic."
Song Wenbin said while wearing sunglasses and drinking coffee not far away.
Wei Ning was startled and asked, "Disgusted, where are your sunglasses and coffee?" β
"Just bought."
Song Wenbin shrugged, pointed nearby, and said, "Director Bao is here, I don't want the expression on my face to be photographed by him." β
Wei Ning turned his head to look, and sure enough, Bao Li, who was extremely sensitive to the content, had already smelled blood like a shark, and he completely ignored the producer's ban, carried the biggest camera out, and filmed the rally scene hungrily.
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However, unlike those lines that were prepared, Duncan's impromptu poems did not receive much repercussions, and even made the men who blocked the impact for him a little relaxed. The screaming women pointed at Duncan on the wooden box, their sharp nails barely scratching Duncan's face.
Duncan, who was taken aback, couldn't care about expressing himself anymore, and hurriedly shouted according to the text written by Song Wenbin: "Your insults on the Internet can't scare us!"
Your groundless accusations will not make us retreat, we will never obediently eat because of public opinion and accusations, even if I die!
Nail in the coffin, in the grave, but also shout with this rotten vocal cordβββwtzc is the coolest!"
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This roar was like a bloody blow to the Amsterdam men on the periphery, and they roared wildly, forming a human wall as hard as a copper wall, so that those women could no longer survive.
The windows of the surrounding buildings opened, and the people living nearby were shocked by such a shocking statement, and they poked their heads out, and some ran out of their homes before they even had time to put on their shoes, and rushed to the place of the rally.
Good fellows, such a rally, they have never seen it before!
And that shout, while making the men's hearts flutter, also almost didn't make those women angry.
"Shut up!
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"Shut up!
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"Shut up!
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On the periphery, there was a sharp curse with a distorted woman's face: "You demon, go to hell!"
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Under the protection of a group of people, Duncan has completely let go and entered the role.
"The gift God of Nasus gave to men is a gift that we should have enjoyed! However, today in the XXI century!
Even this natural, cheapest gift is demonized by those vicious guys!
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The growing number of people watching and showing solidarity gave Duncan great confidence, and the more he spoke, the more he enjoyed, "After a hard day at work, after ten hours of work, at the end of a tired day, after we are ready to fade from the appearance of civilization, when we are ready to enjoy the shortest pleasures of the day at ease!"
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Duncan said angrily: "The first thing after we were naked was actually diet, which is not fair!"
We're all human!
There are so many security measures on the market, why do you have to let men be bound by civilization!
I'm not convinced!
I'm not convinced!
I-no-serveββ!
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Good guy, this paragraph directly blew up all the men around him.
They all followed Duncan in unison, roaring hoarsely, "Iβnoβsubmitβββ!
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"I'm not convinced!
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"I'm not convinced!
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"I'm not convinced!
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As they spoke, they waved their arms wildly, and the simple slogan made the men in front of the Amsterdam History Museum scream, they no longer had any gentlemen, and they were as rough as Viking warriors, and violently hit the group of women who tried to hurt Duncan in the chest, knocking them away from the rally.
Seeing that the feminism and political correctness accumulated in Europe for hundreds of years were in danger of collapsing in a few words, those women began to roll on the ground and cry.
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"But, friend!
I don't agree with your words!
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A man screamed below.
He raised his hand, regardless of the emotions of the crowd, and jumped out of the self-proclaimed rationality and said: "AQT protects us, keeps us from being harmed by diseases, and allows us to enjoy life safely!"
If you don't have AQT, all kinds of diseases will come to your door!
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Shouting such things at a time when everyone was so happy was undoubtedly very unhappy for all Armstrong men, and it was like a note in the middle of a party, or a mental note.
"And!
Even if those women are a hundred wrong!
Aren't we wrong?
We need to reflect!
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"Reflect on your mother's b!
The crowd roared and went back.
Facing this halfway Cheng Biting Jin, Duncan looked at Song Wenbin and Wei Ning on the side, Song Wenbin snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a disdainful smile.
After ten years of baptism on the Chinese Internet, how could he not know that there will be a lot of rational customers in this world. The only purpose of these people's existence is not to prove how objective they are, they just want to use their own reason to show how objective and awesome they are, and there is no doubt that the appearance of such people is completely within his expectations.
Song Wenbin took a sip of coffee and nodded to Wei Ning. Wei Ning, who came prepared, took out two rolls of white cloth from his bag, walked to the wooden box, and shook the wooden box open.
Immediately two exponential charts with a twisted upward climb appeared on the white cloth.
Duncan held up a white chart and shouted, "This is the chart of the number of people living with HIV in the world over the years!"
Rises every year!
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Then, he held up another index chart on a white cloth and said, "This is the annual BYT sales chart around the world!"
Again, up every year!
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"What does this mean?!
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Duncan grabbed the man who was asking the question, and the horn almost slammed the sane man's face.
"This.... This..... Illustrate..... What does it say....."
The sane man asked with a shudder and paleness.
"That speaks!
The more BYT is sold, the more and more HIV there is, so there is a positive correlation between HIV and BYT. So it's BYT that brings HIV, BYT prevents HIV is a lie, it's a lie that those big companies come to cut leeks, and the drugs made by those drug companies are of no use, we are all deceived, it's not as cool as xxxx!
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The man who put reason first was instantly stunned by this set of logic, he couldn't imagine that anti-intelligence could be so coherent, and he couldn't say half a sentence for a while.
Seeing that he was speechless, all the men who were watching and listening to the lecture broke out into cheers like a tide. There is no doubt that these two graphs, like the relationship between global warming and carbon dioxide emissions, give them a solid theoretical basis and give them unbreakable confidence.
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They shouted frantically, and the tidal wave of cheers completely drowned out the voice of the reasonable guest, and his speech was completely drowned out in a frenzy of emotion.
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Song Wenbin, who was on the periphery, stayed out of the way, and he was not touched in the slightest by the frenzy in the rally. Maybe a little bit, but it doesn't matter anymore, his ass is still thousands of miles away.
"Hmph, feng shui takes turns..."
He muttered, pulled out the third roll of white cloth from Wei Ning's bag, sandwiched the dollar in the white cloth, and handed it to Wei Ning.
Wei Ning understood and handed the white cloth to Duncan, who saw the dollar in the white cloth, and finally sobered up from that frenzy, and he stuffed the thick dollar in his pocket without leaving a trace, and untied the white cloth at the same time.
Pointing to the completely blank white cloth, he said: "If you agree with us, please leave your signatures and fingerprints on this white cloth, and I will send this signature and fingerprints to the town hall for petition, and we will impose heavy taxes on those BYT enterprises that dare to produce and hinder our freedom!"
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